Hair Ball and Beanie-Bean: Quiet and Hanging Out

HB: Hello, nice people!

BB:Yeah! Hello! Is anyone going to give me a treat? Where ever I go now pepole give me treats and tell me I'm doing good.



BB: But I hate my Ninja costume. *frowns*

HB: I like it. It keeps your yapper shut.



BB: It's a good thing I like hanging out with you.



HB: I like you too. Especially when you're sleeping. Quiet is good when I hang out with you.

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Beanie-Bean and Hair Ball: What is a Bed Really For?

Hello, nice people!

My bossy sister has been tearing the stuffing out of her bed along with mine.







You're a bad Beanie! Mummsy needs to take you back to that fur-peep-prison. I can't belI've you've been eating and pulling the stuffing out of my bed!

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Beanie-Bean: I Promise I Didn't Do It!

Hair Ball has accused me of eating Edwin Elf. I don't even know what that is. How can I eat something I don't even know. Besides, what is an elf.

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Beanie-Bean and Hair Ball: Snow White Poops

Ooooo! A certain someone has been very naughty. The evidence has been coming out in this certain someone's poop.

If I were Mummsy, I'd take you back to doggie jail.

*Beanie-Bean glances over her shoulder and sticks out her tongue at Hair Ball. Then, she quickly turns to face her Mummsy who is scowling and wagging her finger.*



I sorry, Mummsy. But your mouth guard was tasty. For some reason I just couldn't help myself.

Did I tell you how beautiful you smell? Like flowers. I didn't mean to be naughty. *frowns* I know it's the third one. If it makes you feel any better, it gave me a tummy ache. It gave me snow white poo, too. Hard like rocks.

I sorry. I don't mean to be naughty. Really. I promise.

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Beanie-Bean and Hair Ball: Difficulties

HB: We've had some problems.

BB: Yeah.

HB: Mummsy's arm hasn't grown a bone yet.

BB: The doctor says she only has a fiberous callus in the break site.

HB: *frowns*Which means she still can't pick me up.

BB: Or run me around the neighborhood. *sniffles and sobs*

HB: AND her computer and wi-fi and Android have been giving her issues, too.

BB: First her powerpack went bad on her computer.

HB: Then Daddy-o bought her a new one.

BB: That fixed that and then the wi-fi went down.

HB: Daddy-o fixed that with a phone call.

BB: And then the adaptor to Mummsy's computer went bad.

HB: Daddy-o bought a new one.

BB: But when it arrived, it was the wrong one.

HB: So Daddy-o and Mummsy took a trip to Best Buy. It was the night my hogget sister here ate the remote to the TV set.

BB: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A HOG, SHRIMP?

HB: YOU! It's all your fault. Mummsy's arm. Everything. Now we can't even watch TV because of you.

BB: I would watch my mouth if I were you. I'll steal your breakfast and your dinner the west of the week.

HB: I'll tell Mummsy.

BB:Pfff! Good luck. What is she going to do with one arm?

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Beanie-Bean and Hair Ball: You Got Turkey?

Happy Thanksgiving! We hope you share your thankfulness with your fur-peeps.

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Hair Ball and Beanie-Beanie: The Wrestling Champs

Hello, nice people! Hair Ball, here.



Mummay is in her fifth week with her broken humerus. It's not been much fun watching her do basically nothing. The Doctor-man said she has to sit still, and in an upright position so gravity can help heal the break.

So we try to entertain her. Beanie-Bean aND me have made up our own VWF matches.









And then we all fall down.

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Beanie-Bean and a Training Harness

Hello, nice people!

It is me, Beanie-Bean. I'm hiding my face today because ... well.... I broke Mummsy's arm three Mondays ago. She wouldn't let me get to that darned armidillo. It's really his fault. But I'll take the blame.

Mummsy has since talked about putting me in a training harness. The thing sounds hideous.

Anyone ever use one of these on their fur peep...

Beanie-Bean: A Bone Booger!

Mummsy says I have something on my nose.



Hair Ball says I have a bone booger.

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Beanie-Bean and Hair Ball: Happy Labor Day!

Hello, nice people!



Mummsy had to go to The Salon today. You know, where she waterboards and tortures people with cutting tools.

I thought this was supposed to be a holiday!



I, Beanie-Bean, agree. This was supposed to be a treat-filled day. What's wrong with the two-legged person she calls The Manager? She should've been home with ME today.

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Beanie-Bean: I Am Woman, Watch Me Win

Hello, humans:



I love my new home. Mummsy is great. Daddy-o is a two-legged with fur. He is an anomoly. And Hair Ball ... he's a small creature who thinks he's in charge. He also thinks everything is his like his special spot on the sofa.



Ha! If he only knew. If I wanted that spot, it would be totally mine. Little squirt! He thinks he's going to take my beds from me. I don't think so! Watch this, everbody.





He thinks he is winning.



Not!



I win!



The bed is mine, twirp!



All mine!

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Hair Ball: Beanie-Bean the Bed Hog

Hello, nice people,



Guess who's hogging MY bed plus hers?



Can you beleive she actually dragged mine on top of hers?

This is war!

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Hair Ball: I Am the Master

Hello, nice people!



I love it when Mummsy goes to PetsMart. She always brings back good foodies, treats, and toys.

BUT now I have share with my new sister, Beanie-Bean (I still think her name is stupid).

Anyway, Mummsy brought home two stuffed toys. Frankenstein and Pumpkinhead.



Thanks to Beanie-Bean, Pumpkinhead was annilated immediately so I have no proof that she even existed.



Frankenstein is my toy. Mummsy handed it to me. But Beanie-Bean keeps taking him away from me.



But I whisked it away. I am the master.









And I'm still maintaining my position on the couch.

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Ninja Tinkle

Hello, nice people!



This week has been special. My new sister, Beanie-Bean is a secret Ninja. Yeah. Food disappears. Toys are disappearing. Wet spots are appearing everywhere, too. And none of it is my fault. I'm a good boy.

Beanie-Bean might look sweet and innocent. But don't let that fool you. I'm not. Besides, what kind of name is Beanie-Bean.



At least I got my spot back on the couch.

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Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG- Crunching Time

Hello, nice people!

 

Sorry I’m late with this ISWG post. Hope no one is mad at me. Mummsy’s been busy at the salon. They’ve been working her long hours. They came up with something new and she is not happy about it. If ten two-legged peeps come in at five minutes to closing she and her co-workers have to stay and cut their hair.

She’s been feeling insecure lately because her physical energy only allows her to do so much in one day. The new way of doing things at work has been cutting into her writing time. So now she’s made her blocks of time to write even smaller. She’s lucky if she gets 2000 words in a week.

Poor Mummsy. One day she’ll have some other things to publish.

Anybody else having issues with their day/night job interfering with your writing time?

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Lots of licks and belly rubs, nice people,

Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: Slacker Central

Good morning, nice people! Or afternoon?

Today, I want to talk about my Mummsy and brother, Sir Poops. They're a couple of slackers.

I'll start with my brother.

As you can see, this is all he does. And if he isn't lounging around, he's whining for Mummsy or Daddy-o to hold him. And when he's not whining to be held, he's pooping on our floors. He's become such a slacker in his old age. I mean, he takes medicine. Shouldn't he be better by now?

Then there's Mummsy.

Can you believe she's still in her jammie's? She stayed in bed until 9:30 this morning. She had to work an 8 day work week. She hasn't written anything since Sunday. She's acting like a zombie. Thank God, she doesn't want to eat my brains. But I wish she'd get up and play with me.

Not to mention, she feels stuck with Killer Stilettos. It's not going where she wants it. So I told her to work on something else. And that's what she's doing. But right this moment she's being a slacker sipping on tea and staring at Fox News. Maybe that'll get her off her bum. The news is not known to be good around here.

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Lots of licks and belly rubs,

Hair Ball